A Quarter of Appreciation

I'm thankful for many a things, here we go:

 1. A unique & beautiful, not the biggest, most

 loving family.

2. Food in my mouth, and my ravenous appetite for meat

 and not a fig tree. 

3. Low gas prices.

4. Coffee. 

5. Coffee shops to drink coffee in. 

5. Scenic routes & world--the song too. 

6. True and faithful love...beautiful people in that love.  Love in general. Love is Patient. Love Actually, Love & Basketball, Etc.

7. Living by the ocean. 

8. Freedom and independence. Seriously. 

9. Text messaging. 

10. Midnight Adventures, especially tree kinds.

    

11. Community fitness.

 

12. Lazy sundays.

13. Headbands/beanies, any dirty hair repository. 

14. Free Mp3 downloads.

15. Photography. 

16. The idea of Tree houses. 

17. Wifi.

18. Blogs: http://ely-cart.blogspot.com

19. Music & all it's followers. 

20. My not even trendy but 

oh so good-looking red road bike.

21. This picture

which encompasses:

-make believe

-mixed gender dressing

-friendship

-newspapers

-white picket fence American dream

22. Hoodies. 

23. Cold but bright weather. 

24. Creativity and simplicity. 

25. The good Lord who makes all the previous items 

and inevitable afters, possible.

Raising the grateful roof, 

Tray

I'd Look Silly as a Vampire--Pale

In honor of celebrating with the Pilgrims and against the Indians, (c'mon now, I was Tiger Lilly!) an air of defiance has taken place, seeing that my arrival at home in Anaheim took precedent on Monday, 8:45 p.m., when break officially started Wednesday. You win some you lose some, Tracy 1, Institution, zip.  

Speaking of winning, I'm forever fancifully betrothed to Edward Cullen. I've always been fond of vampires, but I'm currently and hopelessly attached to the immortal hip of the

idea of never seeing daylight with Mr. Edward Cullen. 

Enter 'til death do we part, but not really' meter

here: 

True love though, who doesn't want it? Bella risked everything because she fell in love. The thought of growing older without the one she fearfully loved was unimaginable and torturous. 

5 things I want to give important attention to:

-I want to be that terrified, and consequently have an unimaginable love.

-Love and being in a Vampiric trance=same thing really. 

-I want to risk more than I have sometimes, you can have my 1 point world. 

-I want to be romanced in a tree in the middle of Washington in the Winter. And only Vampires can make that happen. Is that so much to ask for?

-Love is essentially everywhere and for everyone & with it= an unimaginable, trance-feeling, tree loving, point less kind of love. Plus, you can save $8.00. 

So in the ZIP chance my whole foundation of faith is incorrect, my desired wish of owning a red satin cape and fangs will remain a dream of dreamers. 

Speaking of fiction though, the other day I visited the biggest used book store nearish my house (while I waited for some bridesmaids to get their nails done--wedding on Friday and I couldn't be more excited!--maybe Vampires like weddings). This place was so glorious, and the authenticity was apparent for it wholly validated it's glory by my constant sniffling nose and watery eyes. Oh happy day. I was able to find some sweet books and plan to go 

there maybe every other day for the rest of my life. 

5 facts about the book store I actively want to note:

-It was in poor organizational order, but it was an adventure.

-So cheap!!!

-A light crowd, I ended up spending about 2 hrs there, so no rush factor.

-I couldn't find Dracula. Guh.

-The music played is the soundtrack from an Adult movie. 

Nonetheless, peep my findings..

 

1. Philosophiques by Voltaire // 2. A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens // 3. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott // 4. Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens // 5. The Best American Nonrequired Reading by Dave Eggers & // 6. Mr. Darcy Takes a Wife by Jane Austen.

All in all, this break has so far proven itself to be imaginative with a bite of hopelessness and educationally a bargain. Let the binge eating and loving continue. 

Letting it go & eternally yours, 

T. C. 

Sunday Smile, Roughly Tuesday

The Sabbath is something I hold dearly. Which mostly explains why I spent all Friday and all most of Saturday working on my presentation project. All I could wish or hope for was for my soul to arise with the morning sun the following day, but it decided to wake up a couple hours later.

9:40a.m.: crap I was supposed to call Kristoff at 8:30 so we could prove to ourselves we could. So about a dime and a nickel later, she responds asking what we decided our lives would be. I tell her the ramblings of last night's doze feast. She picks me up 15 minutes after her "I'll be there in 10 minutes," claim.

Rachel Getting Married at Hillcrest starts at 11:15 am.

1045 : How did it get this time? But that's when she got me.

1:04p.m.: Soaking in one of the most real movies I've seen in a while, we sit and reflect and wonder where to eat because we will faint. But for a moment, great movie, I'd recommend it to anyone who likes real life sorrows and battles alongside unconditional love and forgiveness. The movie also had a splash of Jesus, which is
quite fitting since in the last 2 minutes I've typed "sabbath," "unconditional love," "forgiveness," & "[sex before you get] Married."

1:25: Food at St. Tropez. There we pondered our screenplay novel. Conundrum but so are we. After brainstorming, we accomplished really nothing, partly because we were hungry, mostly because we are not screenplay writers. Nay, eggs will always make the..day, so we enjoy our child portioned omelet of failed movie making dreams. But for the moment again, we take it in. After all we are at St Tropez. And though this isn't how the cafe looked exactly, it's how it felt.

2:15: Head to do what we actually do well, shop. Mind you I'm all about consumerism. I love the world and I shop for it. Hours pass by and we leave victorious only with a few dollar scars and gashes from the tax. Ultimately we leave linked arm in arm cautious that it is in Hillcrest but happy it's friendship.

Praise the Lord for the Sabbath. Praise Him for a such thing called rest. Praise him on Sunday and even Friday & Saturday.

More real pictures to come of the well deserved day.




Always loving you probably,
Tre

Don't Stop Believing

It's my last year of college and I've finally put on my kiddy boots, ready to make believe and go onward to, past-my-bedtime adventures. Upon this subtle and late revelation, I realized I like acting a fool. (Yes on Prop Ludacris) There's something about new shoes that don't sit with me well or walk, so I tend to drag them into dirt and spider family homes. In honor of new friends and old ones who bring fresh ta death perspectives on L i f e, I am thankful for the never failing concept of time, and courage to kill SFH (spider family homes). 

Though it gets dark earlier and I never know what day it is, it is faithful and will return again. & Since the rapture didn't come, my motto is so far more successful than my registration for upper division classes. Which by the way, how the hail did I get this far so fast?... 

...point Loma in case, the best play is after work. I like feeling like I deserve dirty sneakers and damp pants from the dew, or a friends water ridden fountain soaked body. Either way, I'm glad I don't have a curfew. 

I am also glad for cold heartfelt weather. 

I am glad for new free ID cards.

I am glad that I can hop a fence with more confidence than Obama. 

I am glad that my mom and I are bffs. 

& I am glad for a fun and faithful God.

p.s. here's some uncanny eye canny.

 

Raising the roof always, 

T. Le (Tiger Lily)